Oh, Lord, That I Might Understand Poem by Denis Martindale

Oh, Lord, that I might understand
The dreaming of a dream,
I had not dreamed and had not planned
Or chosen for a theme...
That someone else had time to share,
That someone else explained,
Yet so mixed up I had to stare
And wonder what I gained...

But patience is a wondrous thing,
For prose and poetry,
Perchance to set thoughts wondering...
Or wandering quite free...
I know I cannot write that way,
All phrases thick and fast,
I sift through thoughts I need to say,
As if from first to last...

Then editing is all I seek,
I read the words I wrote,
Not always seeking words unique,
As if an antidote...
I have a dream that words are friends,
Not strangers still unknown,
I guess on this my hope depends
When in my Writing Zone...

Thus rhymes transcend the little lines
And verses play their part
Like crystal glasses, finest wines
And wisdom from the heart...
Let others share their dreams, of course,
Explaining what they will,
Yet help me to observe the laws
And rules that guide me still...


Denis Martindale August 2016.